Unbecoming of him, Zharkov relaxed, thinking it was all over, and he'd be the victor. Then his eyes widened, as he noticed the elephant-slave's hands coming down. Zharkov couldn't react fast enough before the blow knocked him back down over the head, taking the Pravadovan out cold. "...ahhh mlya" were the last things Zharkov could utter before falling to the ground, Shah-Nahul over him, leaving Akira as the victor.